Yes, it was stirring.

It rose, it stood up, a human figure, apparently that of a woman--but of this I could not be sure--wrapped from head to foot in white and wearing a hanging veil over its face, or rather a mask with cut eye-holes.

It advanced towards us while we stared at it, till the horse, catching sight of the thing, shied violently and nearly threw me.
When at a distance of about ten paces it paused and beckoned with its hand, that was also swathed in white like the arm of a mummy.
"What the devil are you ?" shouted Leo, and his voice echoed drearily among those naked rocks.

But the creature did not answer, it only continued to beckon.
Leo walked up to it to assure himself that we were not the victims of some hallucination.

As he came it glided back to its heap of bones and stood there like a ghost of one dead arisen from amidst these grinning evidences of death, or rather a swathed corpse, for that is what it resembled.